monday monday monday;
Wasn’t it winter just last week or something? I didn’t expect to be woken on Saturday morning by bright sunlight creeping through the gaps (there’s always one) in my blackout curtains. And no, I didn’t sleep in.
Does anything scream “blog filler” more than an opening paragraph about the weather?
It hasn’t exactly been the most eventful of weekends. Indeed, it’s tempting to launch into six paragraphs of glowing praise for my shiny new toy: the external hard drive I bought a couple of months ago which has sat beneath our coffee table covered in bubble wrap ever since. While booting twenty gigs worth of music files off of my hard drive hasn’t really sped my knackered laptop up any, at least it’s got rid of the nasty message that pops up every so often telling me I’m so critically low on space that even System Restore has given up the ghost.
So that was how this cosmopolitan city girl spent her Friday night. Saturday’s plans were scuppered due to lack of finances, so we watched The Departed instead: lots of people got shot and it was ace. On Sunday we went to see Hot Fuzz at the cinema, and it was almost as good as Shaun of the Dead and I laughed so hard I nearly weed myself. Kudos for the Scummerfield-related in-jokes too.
I also managed to get my “main” pair of glasses – the expensive ones with the half-frame and the superthin lenses that I only wore the once because I sat on them – fixed. God, Paisley is a sad little town these days. I don’t have much reason to go anymore, but the main shopping centre consists of nothing but a collection of discount stores and mobile phone retailers. They sell nice muffins on the ground floor though.
Rushing off to meet our Julie for tonight’s journalistic endeavors: Regina Spektor at the QMU. Laterz.